Rumble!

The monstrous dark aura was transmitted from the Champlysée Palace, and the moon in the sky flashed with a ray of crimson light, and the originally quiet night had a little more dark and dirty smell.

Billborn walked out of the palace, with a wicked smile on his pale face, and his thin body seemed to contain infinite vitality, and his gestures were full of great strength.

Feeling the inside of his body, he smiled.

What vampires, we are noble and elegant blood.

"Mr. President. ”

He had just gone to make arrangements and had dragged the secretary of St. John XII back when he saw Bilborn coming out of his face.

"Something?"

Billborn, who had just gained strength and immortality, unconsciously changed his mind, and his tone changed with it.

The current Mr. President is a little strange, a little different from just now.

The thought in the secretary's heart flashed, and he immediately suppressed the surprise in his heart, and said, "The experts are on their way to arrive, and they are expected to arrive tomorrow, President, when do you think you are going to contact Ms. Lisa and Mr. Simon?"

"I won't touch it for now. ”

Bilborn said lightly: "Let the people from the intelligence department spy on Lisa and Simon, I want to know their every move, remember, the action is secret." ”

If it had been before the emperor gave him his first hug, he might have mistaken Lisa and Simon for the supernatural powers of his Gallic kingdom.

But after the first hug, he still didn't understand that he was deceived by those two guys.

What concerns about the scandals of the Church, what admires Voltaire, hmph, all in disguise, those two people are clearly spies sent by the Papal States to their Gaul State.

"Okay. The secretary replied, wondering what had happened during my absence, and why had Mr. President suddenly changed his mind.

"Also, call these people over. ”

Bill Born named a dozen people.

The more the secretary listened, the more surprised he became, because the people mentioned by Mr. President were either factional bosses or consortium leaders, and together these people could completely influence the political arena of Gaul and formulate national policies.

And what was the president's tone just now? The arrogant tone, as if these big people who usually need to talk to even the president in an equal or even slightly inferior tone are the next people who come and go at a moment's notice?

Although he was surprised, the secretary nodded and did so.

He called one by one, respectfully.

- The president's tone is arrogant, he doesn't dare to be arrogant, he knows his status very well, not to mention that he is just a secretary, even if he sits on the throne of the president, he does not dare to be disrespectful in the face of these big people.

Although the people who were called by the president were all bigwigs who hid behind the scenes of Gaul and manipulated everything, they were still willing to give a little bit of thin face in the face of the president, the boss of Gaul on the surface.

So when the president's secretary called, they gladly accepted the invitation to the Champlysées.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there are a few things I want to discuss with you this time. Billborn snorted and went straight to the point, "The first thing is that whatever the government will do in the future, it will be held at night." ”

The sun is too big during the day, and he doesn't like it.

"Why do you want to have a meeting at night?" asked François, the business tycoon.

He didn't have any special preference for daytime meetings, nor did he object for the sake of opposition.

Rather, for centuries, meetings were held during the day, and only when the situation was urgent, meetings were held at any time and place, and Billborn suddenly had to make a change, and of course he had to ask why.

"Because I like it. Billborn spoke lightly.

François choked up.

Because you like it?

Who do you think you are? When you become a president, you think you can really do whatever you want, do you think you are Richelieu?

But even Prime Minister Richelieu, who had defeated the third family of Gaul in the time of the Charles Lorraine, and made the family extinct, would not dare to change the system with a "I like it".

"If you like, do it. Standing beside François, Webster, who was meticulously combed with his hair, said lightly.

Hearing the head of the Charles family speak, François swallowed back his rebuttal.

After all, the Charlie family is the first family now.

"Tsk...... Know the times. Bilborn snorted and continued: "The second thing is that Gaul only needs one voice, and the owner of this voice can only be me, so please support me in the future, and support me unconditionally no matter what I decide." ”

"Do you know what you're talking about?" François interrupted loudly.

No matter what decision you make, you have to support you unconditionally?

You're not thinking of yourself as Prime Minister Richelieu, you are thinking of yourself as the emperor!

"Billborn, you've been president for a few years, and it seems that you don't recognize your status a little bit. Webster squinted slightly, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Although their Gallic State has not yet reached the point where the state affairs will not be chaotic when they put a pig in the position of president, it would be a mistake to really put the president of the Middle Ages emperor.

It is the collective will of their class, not the president, that dominates the country.

Bilborn, since you want to be emperor, don't blame them for learning from the country across the ocean and using the residual heat of a psychopathic gunman.

"Huh. ”

The corners of Billborn's lips hooked up a sneer, and in an instant, a pair of bat wings opened, and the dark magic exploded, and the crescent moon in the sky became crimson and strange under the magic power, and a thick black mist unconsciously filled the air, wrapping the room and everyone inside.

He showed two small tiger teeth, looked around, and gently spat out a voice from his throat, "Who agrees with what I said just now?"

"I agree. ”

Webster's voice was loud and sincere, as if the idea of asking a psychopathic gunman to kill Billborn had not risen in his mind just now.

Billborn smiled and was about to speak, when a voice suddenly interjected from outside.

"I said how I smelled a rotten smell from afar, it turned out to be the blood clan, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, and I almost forgot your breath. ”

Suddenly a person jumped in from the window, he glanced at the situation inside the room, and grinned, "Look at the way you look like you're discussing what to do with the soon-to-be-born Son?"

"Then add us, just as we did four hundred years ago when we made an alliance, and work together against God. ”

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